as i walked towards the mirror, 
i come every step nearer, 
to see the shirt fall off my shoulders,
leaving me only in boxers.

as i looked into the mirror, 
i could see the funny figures.
shilouettes of handprints and kisses,
on my neck and around my nipples.

now i stared into the mirror. 
seeing the marks outlined by colour.
I knew my body had been tainted. 
like a white canves being painted.

as i took off my knickers,
and walked into the shower.
trying to scrub my history.
the mirror holds my mystery.